Blued as we are
throttled in the same void
Those empty vases
once dripped with wine
But now they shine
in the loneliness of time
What is reversible?
nor us and neither the wine
As he washes off his face
and to himself the clown reveals
his fantasies and dreams
passing through the mirrors of her eyes
Inflated balloons of emotions and dreams
she held in her hands once
and they played with it
When his nose fell off
they laughed at it
Together wandering in possibilities
inspirited and passionate
Sailing on a treasure ship
madness it was for them to reign
They packed their bags
from the tent of being
for their was a place
in the woods up hill
they flew and swam
on the coolest wind
little fishes too came to tease
carried them through the mighty fringe
They bloomed and their dreams alike
soon it became a matter of time
She lost her shoes and he carried her for a while
she wasn’t tired but soon he lost his will
He left one night and wandered far into deep
wondering if her love was anymore than weep
She woke up like every morning and saw no him
a tear dripped from the smile of her eye brim
Salivating her bemused mind
she walked and ran the loneliest mile
Every moment now she says she will
climb towards him on the loveless hill
For if he might be somewhere still
he has a part of the dreams once seen
and there it exists like an endless being
Together they might not be or feel
but still lingering in their wildest dreams...!
- Saee.
